I’m becoming addicted to my blog. Yeah, I know, I’m sure this is normal for newbies like myself…but it’s a little alarming. Johnny mentioned constanly editing and writing in his head–’oh! THIS should definitly go on my blog!’ There’s just somehing so rewarding about seeing my little entries pop up on screen, complete and ready to read. Eventually I, like so many, will burn out and go through phases of never writing, never touching the blog…but I don’t see that in the near future. I am thoroughly addicted. Blogging is like one big embellished email, and I love email. There is also something so fancy pants about it all, like “Look at me! Look at me!” And I like to be watched. Perhaps it’s the inner actor within me. (That’s right, ‘actor,’ the word ‘actress’ is dead in the theater community now, didn’t ya know?).
Big weekend plans coming up:
1. Garage sale at Jodi’s.
2. Big Birthday party/closing party for CATS at Angela’s pad.
3. Using my 50 dollar gift certificate at Cira, one of the only hip clothing store’s in town. (Although it’s overrun with itty bitty, butt crack revealing jeans, hankerchief sized blouses, and pointy toed heels…I’m sure I’ll find something).
4. Unloading leftover ice cream cake at Josh’s parents house. (I made my 3rd ice cream cake in a month for Father’s Day, and I’m sick of it…yes, I know! How is that possible?)
5. Contemplating how to negotiate ourselves out of signing another lease. The meeting with the landlord is this Tuesday.
6. Working on my show, The L Project.